Knight Nasser came for a long time, connected with Zhou Qingfeng, and threw a conjecture to him. This conjecture is so heavy, compared to the Buche family of Banshee Fort, it seems insignificant.
The old knights came and went, and the dozens of riders did not stay too much. Zhou Qingfeng's brows were not stretched, he turned to hide between the secret camps in the wilderness, not knowing what to plan.
However, Viscount Tarak, who had just been dispatched to serve as a hammer, led a team to quickly maneuver around Dense Fog Town with the strength of more than 50 cavalry, searching for the hidden forces of Coldwind City.
When Knight Naser contacted Zhou Qingfeng, the tall viscount was leading a group along a narrow country road into a looted village.
"Is that what the Lord Abetta did?"
There was no one in the village, and twenty or thirty tattered corpses were lying inside and outside. The corpse was often hit with more than a dozen stabs, both the old and the weak, even the children of a few years old.
It is summer and the weather is hot. The body had not been buried for three or four days, and it started to stinks.
The smell of the corpse is too disgusting, and no one of the masters led by Tarak wants to clean it up, and no one wants to live in it. They could only set a fire in the village and completely destroyed the village.
A wizard released a familiar and spied around. There are also accompanying prophecies that wizards collect military intelligence through the power of magic. Before dark, Viscount Tarak found a group of hundreds of people in another village.
Leading the team is the two Lords Hult and Kane, who acted as an anvil and marched in arms around Dense Fog Town. But just yesterday, they also encountered traps and ambushes just like Lord Abetta.
The country roads are limited. As long as you guard a few key hills as lookout points, and have telescopes for observing a few kilometers, you can guess where these Banshee Fort teams are going to pass and where they camp without the use of prophecy arcane magic.
The "Freedom Crossbow" produced by Coldwind City is extremely simple, and the output is getting higher and higher, and it can transport five hundred to one thousand to the front every day. Although this thing is rudimentary, it has its own excitation storage device.
It can be placed on the side of the road, in the grass, in the corner of the wall, behind the door, or even on the branches. As long as a grass stalk, a pedal, a branch, it is easy to set up a trap.
Adrian's hunting team has more than a dozen people as the backbone, and each takes more than a dozen "freedom fighters" out. They brought a pot of water, a few pieces of bread, and put on straw sandals. The wilderness and mountains were all battlefields.
In this way, the noble army will become very difficult to go to the countryside.
The goal of a team of hundreds of people is too big, and they encounter traps while walking on the road, and they still encounter traps if they do not follow the road. You can't get food when you enter the village, and there is no guide to find the target.
Camping at night is almost certain to be harassed.
Abetta's head was too iron, and was attacked halfway, and continued to move forward. As a result, he was burned in the night. The two teams, Hult and Kane, were originally cooperating with Abetta, but they quickly contracted when they found that the situation was not right.
But the damage of these two people was when they retreated without notifying Abetta, allowing their team to continue to move forward to attract firepower to facilitate their escape.
It was an escape. The two lords looked bad, and they were so sleepy as if they hadn't rested for days and nights. Their subordinates were also starving, and many of them were incompletely armored and even lost a lot of equipment.
Before saying that the noble ranks can be miserable like beggars, Viscount Tarak didn't believe that he was killed. But today he opened his eyes and saw the world.
The villages in the wilderness are very small, the villages are too narrow and there are no houses to camp.
The two lord's teams add up to thousands of people, and they can only gather in one group to the east and one group to the west. They are not clean, their clothes are stained with mud, and they seem to have lived in a slum for several years.
As for the morale of the team, it is even lower than the lower limit, and it will become a negative number if it is lower.
The soldiers at the bottom were listless, so they caught each other's lice in the haystack. The leading aristocratic officer was panicked, as if encountering a natural enemy.
The Lord Viscount entered the village after he declared his identity, and saw two slouched lords wishing to kill each other. He swung his horse whip and said, "What are you doing here? Even if you don't fight, you can go back to Dense Mist Town."
The two Lords had no temper, and said frustratedly: "We are just withdrawing to Dense Mist Town, isn't this still halfway?"
"Can't you be faster?"
"Not fast." Lord Hult shook his head. "We must clean up the traps on the road, or we will die."
Lord Kane took a picked up'Freedom Crossbow', and bitterly said: "There are all these things on the road, and it will be triggered if you are not careful.
The untouchables who deployed this thing are particularly cunning. They will make two triggers, three triggers, and even make a pre-trigger and a post-trigger.
This is definitely someone who is teaching them, and it is definitely the people from Coldwind City who are instigating them behind the scenes. Victor Hugo is so despicable, how could he come up with such a trick without a sense of honor? "
The two lords talked about the cylindrical "freedom crossbow", but they hated the fury but helpless. In just one or two days, they had eaten enough of this bad thing, and they wanted to smash it when they saw it.
The trained'freedom fighters' use their brains to play mental games. The different triggering methods are too daunting.
At first the noble army felt that the roads swept by it were safe. The device can be triggered multiple times to miss the first one, the second one, and the third one.
As for the'before touching and after hair', it can make people sick to death. As a result, it is not safe for the marching team to hide far away, and they must use shields to protect themselves.
There are also such things as digging pits and burying crossbow bolts, especially those civilian soldiers who only wear straw sandals.
As long as the sole of the foot is poked, no matter whether the crossbow bolt is poisonous or not, no one will take care of the wounded soldier, and a life is basically an account.
In this case, the team can only use tortoise speed to advance. After all, it's unclear that no one wants to die.
Lord Holt threw the'Freedom Crossbow' fiercely and screamed: "This is a wooden tube with a reed in it. Even if we take this thing, it's useless, but it can kill us. "
Lord Kane pointed to the outside of the village, "It's all good things done by that stupid Abetta. He has driven those untouchables to a dead end. We relied on wizards to find a way, and we also caught several untouchables who set up traps.
But those untouchables took poison and killed themselves as soon as they were caught. Unless a necromancer is used to torture the soul, we can't ask anything. "
The two Lords had accumulated a lot of bitterness in the past two days, and when they met Viscount Tarak, they poured out like they were talking to them.
The Viscount Tangtang was confused by these two complaints. He hasn't experienced the hardship of walking an inch, and he doesn't understand how the aristocracy in the north is so weak. Courage and appearance were thrown into the mud by the opponent and trampled thousands of times.
Baron Bishop was still thinking about the'hammer and anvil' in Dense Fog. Now that the anvil didn't play any role, it was completely lost by a group of invisible enemies.
"No, it can't be like this, you must cheer up." Viscount Tarak couldn't accept his own decline. It was shameful to be defeated by a group of untouchables.
Hult and Kane rolled their eyes, and they said something more serious.
"We can't get food. Today the horses ran out of fine fodder, and the infantry could only eat half full. If you don't rush back to Dense Mist Town tomorrow, the knights will be hungry.
We don't want to work hard, but where is the enemy? It would be too passive to go on like this. "
Viscount Tarak frowned, unconsciously touching an obsidian statue hanging on his neckline. He turned his head and looked at the wizards behind him, "Where must we find the enemy leader?"
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